*Thor smashing glass* Another! This is more introductory stuff where we meet the rest of the Personas, so I hope you all like this one too! Enjoy! First part is here!
“I do hope you’re not planning on starting without me.”
An enchanting voice that resounded like chimes in a gentle breeze approached the table which Arsène, Carmen, and Kidd were seated at, prepared to discuss the object of interest for a most promising heist. The trio certainly had no need to glance up to discern the source of the voice; alas they had done it anyway, as
Milady de Winter commanded a presence that one couldn’t simply ignore. As per usual, she was absolutely striking; even the most ethereal goddess would quiver with envy. Her short, strawberry-blonde locks captured the sunset, and her doe-like eyes reflected the formidable waking sea. The cunning spy sported an ornate gown, colored with pink and black in addition to golden adornments. Milady was fanning herself with her signature accessory, as the other was now in Arsène’s grasp, receiving a delicate kiss on the back.
“Fashionably late, I presume?” he inquired, casting a wink at her.
Milady sealed her fan shut and tapped the tip of it to her full lips, emitting an amused giggle. “You know me entirely too well, Arsène. It’s always a delight to see you.”
“Milady!” Carmen exclaimed breathily, ensnaring the new arrival with an embrace. “Oh, how I’ve missed you! You look dazzling, I adore what you’ve done with your hair. The shorter length suits you.”
Milady plastered a pair of kisses on each of Carmen’s cheeks prior to returning the embrace. “You’re like an angel that walks the earth, love. I’ve missed you, my dear. I trust these two haven’t given you too much trouble?”
The gypsy snickered into her palm as she retracted to make eye contact. “You needn’t worry; I’ve got them under control.”
“'These two’ are still present, you know,” Kidd grunted, reluctantly sipping his bitter coffee.
Milady’s gaze fell upon the convicted pirate, who simply raised an eyebrow and awaited her inevitably snarky reply. “My goodness, William, you don’t look a day over fifty!”
“Devil curse me of this ridicule; you’re older than I, and I’ve barely grazed thirty,” Kidd countered, his bottom lip protruding to form a slight, indignant pout.
Milady snickered into her gloved hand, planting herself on the chair Arsène had retrieved for her. “You look far younger with that adorable grimace on your face, William. And in regard to your rather rude announcement of my age, I am only older by a few months.”
“Aye, that’s true, but you have yet to act like it, princess,” Kidd jested, the faintest trace of a smirk dancing upon his lips. He certainly wasn’t wrong; Milady devotedly fancied fairy tales and the like, therefore she would often dress the part of a princess in order to replicate the flamboyance of royalty.
Right as Milady was about to huff out an indignant remark, the tinkling bells of the cafe door resonated throughout the venue, implying that more people had arrived. Indeed, two individuals were curiously eyeing the occupied table, prompting Arsène to stroll over to them.
“You both must have encountered quite a bit of traffic, seeing as even Milady had arrived before you.”
“England has been exceptionally cautious regarding the migration of her people due to the tense relations with France, and I was only visiting. You can imagine how strenuous the journey back to the Vatican will be,” the woman sighed. Her coffee-colored hair was neatly knotted into a crown braid, with the remainder of it snaking down her shoulder and clavicle. Ruby irises glistened with a suppressed excitement at the prospect of seeing her friends once more, and she bore a simple yet elegant monochrome gown.
The petite individual adjacent to her nodded in agreement. “Yes, and navigating my way through the Middle East was no easy feat, either. Granted, I did seem to stumble upon numerous distractions. I was fortunate to have run into Joan while wandering around this city. Apologies,” they finished frivolously, adjusting their spectacles as they flashed a pearly, toothy grin that contrasted their sun-kissed skin.
Al Azif, better known as Necronomicon, was an eccentric scholar that ventured throughout the world in pursuit of research, and their vast wealth of knowledge and intelligence could be considered alien. Underneath the headdress that was wrapped atop their head, their silky raven hair was rebelliously fashioned into a low side ponytail that ended just below their chest. Baggy black pants and a fluttery olive long-sleeved shirt completed the modest look.
“For being the eldest, you’re not imposing a very sterling example. Is your age getting the better of you already?” Arsène teased.
Al playfully hunched their back and emanated a raspy voice in an attempt to mimic a wizened elder, “My boy, when you grow to be my age, you’ll understand.” Ironically, their appearance seemed like they had not even struck their twenties yet.
“Perhaps I will have better luck aging,” Arsène heartily chuckled. “Try not to break your hip on the way to the table.”
A pair of men abruptly sauntered through the entrance of the cafe, and everyone had focused their attention on the intruders; one wore a black suit and possessed uncharacteristically cerulean cat-like eyes; the taller male was dressed in black samurai attire with blue garnishments, and his ebony hair (with navy undertones) was tidily styled into a high bun, exposing his prominent facial features.
The samurai spoke first, his velvety, cathartic voice wafting through the air like a gentle mist. “I apologize for my tardiness, but Japan is quite a ways from here.”
The black clad man next to him shook his head prior to discarding his hat. “Señor
Goemon claims that, but I happened to witness him staring quite intently at a pigeon just outside of this cafe. He would have been arrested for frightening bystanders had I not heroically saved the day.”
Goemon grimaced resentfully, procuring a pipe from underneath his vestments as he admonished, “Mock all you like, Zorro; nature is a beautiful phenomenon in its plethora of forms.”
“That is, until that very form decides to relieve its bowels on that pretentious head of yours,” Zorro teased, hanging his jet-black sombrero on the rack and gallantly gliding to the table.
“The nerve…!” Goemon seethed, igniting the base of his pipe and puffing out smoke with a scowl embedded on his soft lips.
Arsène chuckled prior to approaching the disgruntled samurai, then he leaned to his ear and mischievously whispered, “If you wish to enact your revenge on him, I’d be delighted to aid you. After all… that bastard robbed me of my succulents.”
Goemon’s silver eyes widened in blatant disbelief and horror. “Th-that fiend…! Not the succulents…!” He glared daggers at the back of Zorro’s ebony head. “Say the word, Arsène, and I will strike that barbarian down to hell.”
The gentleman thief desperately strained to choke back his imminent laughter; he felt the thinnest shred of shame for preying on Goemon’s gullibility, but his immense satisfaction from the successful prank greatly outweighed his inhibitions. Besides, he wasn’t lying about the succulents; they were resting safely on the windowsill of his stolen villa.
“I will keep you informed, my dear Goemon. In the meantime, let us join the others. There is much to discuss, and Kidd is but a mere moment away from enduring an aneurysm.”
Kidd didn’t even grant him the satisfaction of reacting as he murmured into his coffee, “It’s only made worse by your incessant bantering. You are aware that I’m being hunted by the French?”
Meanwhile, Arsène had escorted Goemon to the table and promptly reclaimed his seat. “I can’t imagine why, the guards’ standards must have plummeted recently.” Kidd’s irritated stare bore through Arsène and he hurriedly retracted his statement. “I apologize, William, but please be at ease. Milady and I have taken the necessary precautions and eliminated any chance of your discovery. Trust us; we will not allow them to take you,” the thief concluded, a determined conviction flickering in his eyes.
As much as he adored ruffling his comrades’ feathers, Arsène treasured them infinitely more than any material possession he had acquired through his years of thievery.
Kidd’s expression softened as he bobbed his head in understanding, and Arsène proceeded with explaining the ‘grand scheme’.
“Now, onto the subject of why I have gathered you all here. You all have been graciously performing favors for me without any explanation, and I thank you for your trust in me, my friends. With your combined efforts, I was able to discern the precise location of a lost treasure that was initially thought to be a simple legend…”
I'm still a little confused about the whole who Savitar is thing and time remnants and flash point, could you try and explain it if you have time?
It’s complicated in part because it’s discussed in canon as a closed time loop, similar to Eobard’s sort of paradoxical existence / time loop, and our brains don’t do so good with loops (and the Flash canon doesn’t really involve loops, it just pretends that it does, but it makes more sense to conceive of speedster time-travel as more linear and branching).
First things first: Savitar’s and Cisco’s explanations.
Savitar says that Barry will create time remnants to kill Savitar, and all but one of them will die. That time remnant will be shunned because he’s not the “real” Barry, and moreover, this is after Iris is dead (I assume? It’s implied) so no one is really in an emotional state to be there for a time remnant confused about his own existence. He’s literally Barry, a grieving Barry, one who has lost everything and isolated himself and is all the darkest parts of himself. That’s the Barry who makes the time remnants to fight Savitar, and doesn’t think about the consequences of having one of them survive.
So this time remnant, we’ll call him Barry-S, he’s lost and confused and hurting just as bad as Barry, just as angry, and even worse. He sees that Barry has everything but shuns it: the love and acceptance of the people who he still has left. isolated, Barry-S sort of says “fuck this” and leaves. Presumably, time travels, heads to other dimensions, begins to build his suit, and over time creates this reputation as “the first speedster” for himself. Maybe we can conjecture that at first, he’s training, trying to go up against other speedsters to improve, finding the fastest people across time and dimensions so that he can get fast enough to stop Savitar, to fix all this. He’s still Barry, after all.
But like the parable of the Black Night, this White Night runs through the forest searching for his enemies for so long that his suit of armor becomes muddied and his heart bleak, and becomes what he sought to end and avenge. He slowly realizes his suit is becoming that of Savitar’s, as he builds it, and that his speed is truly becoming unparalleled after all, and what his reputation is becoming as the “God of Motion”. He sees where it’s going, and it grips his (cold, still grieving, bleak and heavy) heart. And he continues. Pushes on. Continues to fight and kill, becoming what ruined him.
Because it’s all he has left. It’s all he ever had. Was this pain, that Barry bore him into the world with. Memories of a life and an Iris that were never his, because they belonged to Barry, and not to Barry-S, not to the mere remnant.
So after… who knows how long. Weeks, centuries, time is totally relative to someone like that, he returns. Returns to 2021. That’s right. Returns to the Barry who created him to wreak his vengeance. Except that doesn’t go exactly as planned.
That Barry is waiting with a trap, the one built by Tracy to deal with Savitar’s suit. So when Barry-S arrives decked out in the suit, and he is trapped in the speedforce. Note that up until he was created, he and Barry had the same memories, so Barry must’ve gone to Tracy after the fiasco with the time remnants “mostly” dying, and likely Savitar ditched shortly after that, only to seemingly return later (to challenge Barry) once the trap was complete. Except it’s Barry-S returning.
I mean, it’s still “Savitar”, but he’s younger than the Savitar in 2017 who kills Iris. Barry-S hasn’t done that yet. He’s the younger version of Savitar except he’s run into the future, to 2021, to challenge Barry. And maybe it’s Barry-S and not the older Savitar because he kills his older self and takes his place. Maybe he has to, to be strong enough to face Barry, because maybe the older version of Savitar is too tired and weak and scarred after his own temporal loop, after being trapped in the speedforce for so long, and Barry-S needs to take his place and live out their destiny.
So Barry-S challenges Barry in 2021, and Barry-S gets trapped. He’s imprisoned and pissed. And going through hell in the speedforce, trapped inside that prison, likely reliving the moment Iris dies over and over.
And inside the speedforce trap, he realizes he has to escape. Maybe he’s eroding, or maybe that hasn’t happened yet. But it will. He has to close the loop in order to exist. It is a time loop, and unless he escapes and kills Iris, none of this ever happens, at least in this timeline. He has to escape, kill Iris, live to 2021… and then get killed by himself (his younger self), probably, unless he can change things.
So, somehow using the philosopher’s stone (I don’t have all the details on that front) and sheer force of will, he manages to appear to speedsters in the material world, to use his skills to gain acolytes, to see across the timelines Barry has created (like Flashpoint) and use them against him. Up until the point where he manages to finally escape from the speedforce.
At which point, it’s all going just like he remembers it did, back when he was Barry, when they were one and the same, before he was Barry-S, a remnant.
(Except maybe he doesn’t remember this… Barry is changing things now, after having run to the future. 2024!Barry hadn’t done that, so now we’re in a new timeline).
But to Savitar, Iris was dead before he was created, and he’ll kill her in order to close the loop and ensure he will create himself, become himself. Only this time, he intends to stay free after he does. To not become trapped ever again, and to not die in 2021 when he meets Barry-S, his past self who hasn’t yet been trapped and eroded.
(Or if he never did kill his older self, maybe he was always sort of free, after, given that it’s his past self that was trapped in the speedforce. But then, the rules of time travel don’t fully apply to him, and to be trapped in there might mean to be trapped at all points in time/existence - past, present, and future. Regardless of what it is, I would not be surprised.).
For the record, you can conceive of all these time jumps as creating slightly different unique timelines, and it’ll still sort of lead you to the same place, but that’s an added layer relative to what the show tried to give us.
But, that also explains why Barry killing himself now (or failing to create a remnant in the future) won’t necessarily “undo” Savitar as we know him now. The Savitar we know now came from a different timeline, was created already in that timeline, the same way Eobard was a time remnant from another timeline. Eobard died when his ancestor died in the current timeline because his existence was no longer confluent with the current timeline and the speedforce didn’t like it, but Barry-S may have hopped timelines so many times that’s become somewhat irrelevant, especially since he was created from a loop to begin with.
Final note: how this fits with Flashpoint?
It sort of does and sort of doesn’t. The point is mostly that when Barry mucked up the timeline as much as he did, he created a new timeline in which a different set of events happened than it otherwise would have. Savitar wasn’t an issue before he messed up the timeline, but when he did, he created a timeline in which Savitar and this time loop existed and have always existed. I can’t say exactly why, except maybe as a repercussion from selfish timetravel handed down by the semi-sentient speedforce or else because the existence of Savitar was/is predicated on the existence of multiple timelines that are connected only through the speedforce (philosopher’s stone) so splitting the timeline too much creates problems like him as some mercurial inevitable outcome.
It’s one of my ideas for an end to the Filthy Frank Show.
But if you’re curious for what lies ahead, you have been warned.
Frank lines the three of them up one by one.
“Cover your ears. All of you.”
They do as he says.
Sal turns around. Afraid.
“It’ll be alright Salamander Man. Just turn around okay? Here take your flute.“
Sal begins to play his classic song.
He spins around to look at Frank.
“Hey buddy, can you rap for us? Reaaaallly fuckin loud I want the neighbors to hear that shit. And no matter what you hear, do not uncover your ears.”
He perks up and sings his tune with his ears covered. Frank can’t understand his gibberish but he knows he’s calmed.
Lemon is curled up on the end going on and on about twenty-one, as usual.
Frank pulls the gun out from his waistband and cocks it. He starts with Sal. He puts the gun behind his head and looks away.
“I’ll see you soon buddy”
His flute hits the floor and his body drops.
Pink Guy continues his song, much louder and much more disconcerted than before.
Frank attempts to gather himself as he moves to Lemon. He puts the gun behind his head as he screams. He was about to pull the trigger but
“w-wait Franku please I don’t wanna die”
Frank, astounded by his first use of actual speech, lowers his gun.
He crouches down next to him
“It’s gonna be okay. We’re going to a better place. No more Chin Chin, no more worries.”
“Yeah sure fuck it twenty-one.”
He stands back up behind him, gun in hand.
“We’ll see each other soon.”
He slumps forward as fluids drain from his body.
And finally, Pink Guy. Frank finds this the hardest to do. Pink stops his song and uncovers his ears. He opens his eyes and stares about the bloodied room, and at the bodies of his friends. He breaks.
“God dammit Pink Guy, what the fuck did I say?”
“Because there’s nothing left for us here. Chin Chin will be here soon we’re running out of time. And I can’t stop him. No one can. And I’m not letting him take you guys. I’m not letting what happened to Safari Man happen to you. This is the only way. Now shut up an-”
“NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO”
Pink’s life flashes before his eyes.
Fighting to stay alive.
He remembers being chased in the pitch blackness, only the red light of his torch guiding his way.
He remembers the cool touch of a blood filled tub. He remembers the vomit, he remembers the pain.
He remembers Chin Chin’s curse. He remembers the agony he was put in.
He remembers Frank saving him.
And he trusts him.
He closes his eyes.
And he let’s go.
“Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck FUUUUUUUUUUUCK”
Frank screams as he cradles Pink’s limp body. He puts the gun to his head.
“I’m coming Pink Guy, I’m….”
But he can’t do it.
How many times had he had a shot gun in his mouth?
How many times had he said he wanted to kill himself?
But now that the time had come, he couldn’t bring himself to pull the trigger.
“Need some help?”
Frank looked up to see that familiar face.
George stood over him with that laid back attitude he always had.
“Fuck you faggot, get out of here”
He threw the gun at George’s feet.
“I just wanna help. You want out of here, and I… want you gone. It’s over Frank. “
Frank looked up again but lost breath at what he saw.
George stood there in his grey hoodie, black track pants, and those classic Nike’s.
But a dark force stood beyond him, he could make out a shadow lingering over him.
It was Chin Chin.
“You know what he wants. What we both want. Now either you let me help you, or he will.”
“…Fine. Fuck ass.”
“Even to the very end, you’re still an asshole huh? I know there’s more to you than that. I’ve seen it.”
“Wanna suck my ass while you’re down there kissing it?”
“I’m gonna miss you Frank. You’ll always be a part of me, and I’ll never forget that.”
“Don’t cause too much trouble up there. And hey lighten up. You’re free now.”
“And so am I.”
George pulls the trigger.
A loud gunshot heard for miles rings out.
He releases a sigh of relief, the shadow of Chin Chin fades away, and the whole world is lifted from his shoulders.
Author’s Note: I erased half of this and re-wrote it, so I’m hoping you all like it! I think I got everybody with the tags, but if I didn’t please let me know. I definitely didn’t exclude anyone on purpose. Let me know what you think of this chapter - thanks!
You and Lucifer were left alone for a week after that horrible torture session. It seemed that the King knew you would need a break to recover for more torture. The blisters on your feet weren’t anywhere close to being fully healed but at least you could now walk again. You weren’t sure how Lucifer’s wings were because he hadn’t offered to let you see them again, and you hadn’t asked. He still hadn’t told you where he had been for those two weeks or why he had treated you so poorly when he returned, and you weren’t sure you wanted to know. There was something different about him now and you weren’t sure if it was because of where he had been or if it was because of the torture.
It was on the fifth day of this blissful break that Todrick showed up. Tod was a lesser demon that had been tasked with taking care of your laundry once a month. Apparently Crowley had a distaste for soiled clothing. Tod was a slight little thing, with big round glasses and a prominent Adam’s apple. He always looked nervous and you supposed he should be. He was, after all, how your lotions and medicines were being smuggled in.
“Hey Tod,” You said, standing up from the floor where you had been laying in silence. To your surprise, Lucifer sat up on the bed with a curious look on his face. “Hang on, I’ll get the clothes for you.”Tod nodded, peering cautiously through the bars at Lucifer.
“So that’s him, huh?” He asked you, as though Lucifer couldn’t hear him perfectly.
“Yep, that’s the Devil.” You grunted as you stooped to grab the bloody, torn clothes off the ground.
“Huh, I thought he’d be more…just more, you know?”
Lucifer scowled. “I’m more than you’ll ever be, you pathetic little flea.”
“Take it easy,” You said to the archangel as you passed the clothes through the bars. “Tod is one of the good ones.”
Lucifer snorted, but you ignored him.
“Hey, we need some more of the burn salve.” You said to Tod in a low voice. “We’re running really low.”
“Already?” He asked, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat.
“Yeah. There’s two of us now, see?”
“Yeah, yeah, I see. Alright, I’ll get you some.”
“Thank you,” You said, with real warmth in your voice. “You are amazing. I mean it.”
Tod stuttered and squeaked, “Y…you’re welcome!”
He turned and scurried away with the clothes in his hands. You watched him leave before turning around, intending to lay back down where you had been before. You stopped when you saw Lucifer smirking at you with a smug expression.
“What?” You asked warily.
“I get it now.” He said. “I see what you do.”
“What are you talking about?”
“You are just such a Winchester.”
“You keep saying that,” You growled, annoyance starting to rise within you. “What exactly do you mean?”
He crossed his arms over his chest. “What I mean is that you charmed that poor little freak into doing whatever you want and you did it on purpose. He’s so in love with you that he’d probably open the door and let you free if you asked him.”
“First of all,” You began. “No he won’t because I’ve already asked him. Second of all, he is not in love with me. And third of all, if he is, I didn’t do it on purpose.”
“I’ve seen how you operate now, little Winchester.” Lucifer said, that smirk still on his stupid face. “You just charm everyone around you in order to get your way. I’m onto you.”
“Lucifer, I have no idea what you are talking about,” You grumbled. “I don’t try to charm everyone I meet.”
“So you’re trying to tell me that it just happens naturally?”
“That what happens naturally? That Tod just naturally liked me? I am pretty likable.” You retorted, your eyes flashing. “Besides, my natural charm and charisma clearly doesn’t affect everyone. You certainly don’t seem to care one way or the other.”
Lucifer’s smile seemed to flicker for a moment before the smirk was firmly back in place.
“And don’t you forget it.” He said.
“Oh trust me, Feathers,” You said, settling back down onto the floor. “If I try to charm you, you’ll know it. No one can resist the famous Winchester charm.”
You were expecting a witty remark, but all Lucifer said was, “Apparently.”
He was looking at you in an odd sort of way and you didn’t like it. You rolled over so you wouldn’t have to see him anymore and after a few moments you heard him lay back down. He was being so weird lately. This was the most he had spoken to you in days. And it was about charming people? Making them like you? So. Weird.
Crowley came for you on the eighth day and brought Lucifer again too. Your heart sank when you realized it was going to be more of the same thing. But you were shocked when you entered the torture room and instead saw Tod strapped down to the table. He wore a terrified expression and his eyes were rolling hideously in his head.
“This is Todrick,” Crowley began richly. “He’s the one who’s been washing your filthy, stinking clothes for the past eleven months, which I’m sure you already knew. He’s also the one who’s been providing you with medicines to help you heal faster.”
Adrenaline rushed through you at his words, but you couldn’t do anything besides stand there next to the archangel.
Crowley continued. “I’ve known this for a while now, but I let it go on. I was hoping I might make more progress than I have and I was being quite generous. But I’m done with that now. I need to know the location of the Hand of God device and you’ve got it up there in your little noggin, Y/N. So there will be no more medicines. No more clean clothes. But I’ll give you the choice of how Todrick dies. If you give me the location of the device, I’ll make it quick and clean. If you don’t, I will torture him for a very long time first and make you watch every second.”
You clenched your jaw against the scream that was threatening to come out. “No. I won’t tell you.”
“So be it.” Crowley scowled.It was a very long time before Tod succumbed to death. His shrieks were horrible and grating on your ears, but his hideous moans after Crowley cut out his tongue were even worse. He begged you to give up the location, pleaded with you, but you didn’t. So eventually he just took to screaming your name. You wanted to turn away and cover your ears, but you owed it to Tod to watch this. You silently vowed revenge on Crowley for this transgression as well as all the others, something you had done every day since your capture.
Once the demon was dead, Crowley had his mangled, bloody corpse tossed aside. He regarded you thoughtfully for a moment, then turned to his henchmen.
“Strap the archangel down.” He commanded.
“What? No!” You gasped. You turned towards Lucifer but there were three demons forcing his struggling form towards the table. You were grabbed roughly from behind to prevent you from running after him. “No!”
They strapped him onto the table and you stared at him. He looked back at you and you could see fear in his eyes. Your breath started coming in gasps.
“New deal.” Crowley said. “Either you tell me where the device is, or I’ll hack off his wings.”
The King stood next to Lucifer and picked up a Chinese cleaver from the table next to him. He grabbed at the air and yanked something hard. Lucifer cried out in pain and you knew Crowley had his wing in his hand.
“I…can’t.” You stuttered, your mind going numb.
Crowley sighed, raised the cleaver high, and brought it down through the air. It caught on something about halfway through his swing and Lucifer screamed. The sound was ten times worse than the sounds Tod had made and suddenly you couldn’t take it anymore.
“I’ll tell you!” You screamed as Crowley brought the cleaver up again. “Stop! I’ll tell you where it is!”
You weren’t sure you could be heard over the screams Lucifer was still emitting, but Crowley heard you. He hesitated, then put the cleaver back on the table. You saw that it was covered in blood and you felt sick. Lucifer was shaking and looked like he was about to pass out.
“Interesting.” Crowley said mildly.
“What’s interesting?” You snarled at him.
“Well, you just let Todrick be tortured for hours without saying a word, but one little cut on Lucifer and you’re ready to ‘fess up. It’s interesting, that’s all.”
You said nothing, merely glared at him. Lucifer was gasping still, but he seemed to have to his senses somewhat. He was looking at you, his eyes hooded.
“D…don’t.” He said in a harsh whisper.
“Sorry.” You have him a small smile. You looked back at Crowley. “Well? How do you want to do this? Do I just blab it out?”
“Sure.” He said. “But I will warn you that if I get there and the device isn’t there, I will return and finish the job on him.”
“How the hell am I supposed to know if it’s there or not?” You responded hotly. “I only have the information that I was given! I don’t know if it’s actually there because you kidnapped me before I could find out!”
“If it’s not there, I will hack his wings off piece by piece.” Crowley reiterated, growling.
You sneered, about to respond when the door to the chambers was suddenly wrenched open and three figures sprinted through. The two demons nearest the door were vaporized almost instantly. It happened so fast that you couldn’t see clearly. The demon holding your arm snarled and let go, and you stumbled. You turned to see a small figure also advancing through the door and recognized her as Crowley’s mother, Rowena. Not good.
Taking advantage of your new found freedom, you ran over to Lucifer and started undoing his restraints. Maybe in the chaos you could free him and find a way to escape.
“Winchester…” Lucifer breathed.
“Yeah, yeah, it’s me.” You said distractedly, tugging at the restraints. “Come on, we gotta get out of here.”
He gave you a half-smile and said weakly, “No, idiot. Winchesters.”
You realized he was pointing back towards the fray and you turned to see what was going on. It was then that you realized your brothers had arrived.
You weren’t sure if you were woken up by the Sun sneaking into the hotel room through the blinds that hadn’t been shut properly or by Jun mumbling something in his sleep, or possibly by both, but your lips curved into a small smile either way before your eyes had even opened.
“Jun?” you whispered, placing your hand on top of his near your stomach, and turned your head a little. All you could see was his hair falling over his face, since it was getting really long, and when you didn’t get a reply, you figured that he was still asleep. Chuckling quietly, you began turning around with Jun’s arm still around you. “You sure don’t move around while sleeping…”
It was exhilarating to be so close to him, and you couldn’t help but slowly reach for his hair, which you moved away from his forehead, pleased to see that it also stayed away. A soft smile spread to your lips at the sight of his eyes still peacefully shut as he breathed steadily, his lips parted the slightest bit. You moved your fingertips to touch his cheek gently, and bit on your lower lip a little in excitement as you ran your fingers over the slightest beginning of a stubble on his jaw.
When Jun scrunched his nose, you couldn’t help but giggle quietly.
“You’re tickling me,” he muttered groggily, keeping his eyes shut, but you could feel his arm tighten a little around you.
“So?” you asked with a grin, and with your hand cupping Jun’s cheek, gave him a sweet kiss that you were unable to keep yourself from giving him. As you pulled away slowly, you smiled as Jun finally let his eyes flutter open. “Good morning.”
He gave you a small smile, still visibly sleepy, and pulled you closer, nuzzling his face into your neck. “Good morning.”
Laughing, you ran your fingers through his hair and embraced him back. “I didn’t know you’d be like this first thing in the morning.”
“The more you know, huh,” Jun grinned and gave you a peck on your neck. “In my defense, it’s our first morning together.”
You pouted and pulled back a little. “Are you saying this won’t become a thing?”
He raised his eyebrows, his lips parting in surprise. “Do you want it to?”
“Naturally,” you mumbled, a small pout still present on your lips, and slid down on the bed so that you could press your head to his chest. “You know I love cuddling you.”
Jun chuckled and stroked your back, his voice amused as he spoke. “Alright, honey. Morning cuddles it is.”
You hummed in satisfaction. “I like the sound of that.”
Silence fell over you for a moment as you enjoyed each other’s presence, still giving yourselves some time to wake up properly. Jun let his eyes fall back shut every now and then, his fingers moving slowly in your hair while you drew figures in his back.
Suddenly, he snorted, and you lifted your face.
“So, you don’t kick in your sleep,” he stated in amusement, and opened his eyes to look at you playfully when he saw you staring back at him, “but you do talk a little.”
You pursed your lips, your cheeks heating up, and with your brain going over dozens of possibilities of what you might have said, spoke. “…What did I say?”
With a smug grin on his face, Jun leaned down, his nose touching yours. “Just my name a few times. Makes me wonder what kind of a dream you were having…”
At that point your cheeks were certain to be rosy in color, but you somehow managed to keep your composure. Jun remained close to you, but didn’t kiss you.
Your lips brushed a little against his as you spoke again. “I think I have a pretty good idea of what you think the dream was like, but in reality there was just restaurant called Jun that I really liked.”
His grin widened, if it was even possible, and he laughed a little. “Do you really want me to go into what it could mean that I was a restaurant that you liked?”
When his words hit you, you groaned and hid your face in his chest while he laughed and hugged you tightly. “I hate you.”
Jun shook his head and hummed, “You love me, and I love you too.”
Prompt: Random girl at bar starts flirting with Jake, Jake is clueless and it all goes right over his head, Amy steps in and gets her to back off
HI THANK U FOR THIS PROMPT I HAD FUN bc jake is a puppy and of course he’s got no clu what’s happenin:
On an early December evening, the warmth of Shaw’s is
immediately comforting- as he enters, Jake can feel everything from the
freezing cold tip of his nose, to his red cheeks, to the stiffness of his icy
fingers, encompassed by the cosy heat of the room.
Reluctantly- despite this warmth- he pulls off his coat and
his scarf as he approaches the bar, slipping onto a stool and trying to catch
Carl’s eye so he can signal for a beer. This is to no avail; it’s busier than
usual in here, even for a Friday, and he’s completely occupied, hands full with
dirty glasses while someone gives him an order. For now, Jake relaxes against
the bar, pulling his phone from his pocket to check the time.
For what may very well be the first time in his life, he’s
He’s due to meet her here in half an hour, to celebrate the
end of what’s been a completely tortuous week. Both are working stupidly,
painfully long cases, and have barely seen each other, even at work. He feels
it in his chest, a tightness, one he’s known long before these couple months of
their romantic relationship- a tightness that can only be fixed by Amy.
A hollow grumble in his stomach brings a sharp pang of
hunger into his head, which is when he realises he hasn’t actually had anything
to eat since breakfast. Mindlessly, he picks at a bowl of peanuts on the bar,
only glancing up a couple of times- to order a beer, and to check for Amy.
“Hey, are you okay? You look lonely!”
A saccharine, perky voice makes him do a double take; at
first, he’s not even sure it’s addressing him, until he turns round and sees a
smiling blonde woman next to him.
Pairing - Jake x MC Prompt - After the first run-in with the Arachnids, Michelle and Jake have a heart to heart about MC. Warnings - None that I can think of. Word Count - 1462 It’s a shorter one, but it’s a happy one so there’s that. I wrote this a few days ago mostly because I love the way Michelle and Jake kinda butt heads sometimes and I love the idea of Michelle and MC being friends that are protective over each other.
“Why you gotta make me feel weak at a time like this?”
Everyone was exhausted. As soon as the group entered the resort, they settled down to sleep. Jake had tried, truly, but found himself lying wide awake beside his princess. There were too many thoughts running through his mind; the adrenaline was pumping too wildly through his system. Jake had seen Lundgren for the first time since the crash, the first time since Mike was killed. Not only that, but Lundgren had endangered not just Jake but the people he’d grown to care about over the time he’s spent with them. He endangered Jake’s princess.
“Can’t sleep either?”
Jake hadn’t been expecting anyone to be awake. Michelle was standing in the center of the lobby where everyone slept, looking as wide awake as he felt. “There’s food in the kitchen, if you’re hungry.”
“Yeah, that’d be great,” Jake responded, though only earned a scoff.
“I didn’t say I’d bring it to you,” the college student countered, rolling her eyes. At his motion to the sleeping girl beside him, Michelle only brushed him off. “She can sleep through anything, trust me. C’mon.” In truth, Jake was starving after the day’s events, so he followed her into the kitchen. The room was massive, full of chrome cabinets and counters. Sleek kitchen appliances filled the space. Jake sat down at a counter as Michelle stepped into the pantry and came back with various snacks. “There’s more, but I’m not cooking,” she announced before setting the cereal boxes on the counter. “You a Cheerios or a Froot Loops kinda guy?”
Jake looked at her for a long moment. The pair hadn’t gotten along too well through the time on the island, so he didn’t understand the sudden kindness. Though, he wasn’t about to ruin the night. After all, it seemed like neither of them were going to bed anytime soon. So, he shrugged and picked up a box, pulling it open and grabbing a handful of cereal. “Actually, I’m more of a Lucky Charms fan.”
“Huh. Didn’t know you were a five year old.” Despite the comment, a loose smirk was forming on her face.
“Yeah? Well I didn’t know you were eighty-seven. You couldn’t find anything better than Raisin Bran?” Jake countered, giving her his own smirk.
“Oh shut up. You don’t have to be so snarky all the time, you’re not fooling anyone,” Michelle spoke then between handfuls of her cereal. “I know how it works. You act like an ass to keep people away. Well, you didn’t keep everyone away.”
“You think I don’t know that?” Jake shot back, pausing in his eating. He’d never expected her to stand with him when his old team showed up. Princess, it’s me he wants. Take the others and get out of here!
“Woah, are you okay? You look like you’re gonna be sick.” The thought of her getting hurt because of him made him nauseous. Lundgren couldn’t take two people from him. Jake placed his palms on the counter, feeling the cool metal against his skin. It kept him focused on the present; a trick he’d learned the first year after escaping from behind enemy lines. He kept his eyes closed, breathing out a slow breath before nodding and opening his eyes. “She cares about you, you know that?”
“I know. It’s gonna get her hurt someday,” he finally states, resuming eating the cereal if only to find something else to focus on. There was nothing that scared him more than someone he loved caring about him. Mike was willing to risk his life for Jake’s cause, and in the end, he did give his life. It felt like he’d lost a brother that day, he didn’t know if he could ever feel the same pain again; the pain of losing someone he loved when it was his own damned fault. “It’s gonna get her hurt as soon as we get off the island.”
A pause; Jake knew Michelle was decrypting what he said. It didn’t take long, again proving her intelligence. “You don’t plan on sticking around? What an ass move.”
“I’m starting to think that’s my name, Maybelline,” Jake responded dully, not much play in his words. He only gave her a side glance before staring at the bright red cereal box in his hands. It seemed to contrast wildly with the conversation they were having.
“If you aren’t serious about this, you should tell her. She’s serious about you.” Michelle sounded angry, sounded hurt by his words as if she were the girl he was running from.
She didn’t understand. Jake gripped the side of the counter now, lifting his head to stare at the college girl. “Not serious? I’d get down on one knee right now if I could. I’d take her home to meet my family, I’d start my own family with her someday,” he struggled not to let his voice shake. Sounding passionate was one thing, but he couldn’t appear weak in front of Michelle, not in front of anyone. “But I can’t, because my mother thinks I’m a traitor. If we tried to get married, I’d be arrested for treason and she’d be arrested for helping to hide me, and any kid we could potentially have would never receive the perfect life it deserves because we’d be on the run constantly. I’m serious, I’m just realistic too.”
“She’d be willing to do it, you know.”
“Yeah, I know. I also know she deserves better than that, better than me.”
“You were going to sacrifice yourself for us today,” Michelle spoke, seemingly changing the subject. Jake felt himself relax; talking about his actions was more comfortable than opening up about his feelings for his princess. It had been hard enough coming to the realization and acceptance that he’d fallen for her, much less vocalizing it and his fears to one of her college mates. “For her.”
A shrug. That would have been the easy part. Jake was terrified of Lundgren, but he’d face the man a thousand times over if it meant ensuring the safety of his princess. His fear of seeing her hurt because of him was far greater than any fear of one man. “I didn’t have to. Princess stopped that plan right away.”
More silence. Michelle was focusing on her cereal now, staring at it as if it held the answer to all her questions. Jake had poured some of his cereal on the counter, and was now picking out the marshmallows to eat. There wasn’t anyone to call him rude for picking out the best parts. “This island’s changing all of us, more than you could notice,” Michelle finally spoke, a quieter voice than before. “Back at Hartfeld, she was no leader. Her and Diego melted into the crowd. I’d met her, of course, but she didn’t leave an impression on me. She was just some college student from a small town trying to fit in on campus. It felt like her life goal was to blend into the background. Now…well, she’s an entirely different person. I’m convinced some of that is your doing.”
“Me?” Jake didn’t believe it for one instant. It was the fear of losing her friends that caused her to step up. Even when he’d first met her in the cockpit of his plane she was a force to be reckoned with. He’d guessed even then that, given time he didn’t think they’d have, she’d have an effect on him. At first, it was because she reminded him so much of Mike. Then, it was because she was forcing him to deal with caring for someone again, with loving someone so deeply it scared him.
“I’m serious. You push her to be her best self. I could be friends with this new her,” Michelle explained. She tossed a piece of her Raisin Bran at him and shook her head. “Don’t pick out the marshmallows! What are you, a heathen?!”
A laugh. Jake hadn’t felt like laughing much in the past few years, but this group of college kids seemed to be able to make it happen easily. “You can’t tell an elder what to do, Maybelline,” he chuckled.
“You’re, what, thirty? You’re not much of an elder.”
“I’m twenty-six!” Jake exclaimed then, palm smacking against his chest in disbelief. “You think I look thirty?”
“A generous thirty. Is that a gray hair?” Michelle smirked, setting down the purple box in her hand and crossing her arms against her chest. “You might want to get to the proposal before your hair grays and falls out.”
“I shouldn’t have told you that.”
“No, you probably shouldn’t have,” Michelle countered, standing up and beginning to walk back to the lobby where the others slept soundly. She paused in the doorway, offered a small smile, then added, “but I’m glad you did.”
Max: That’s it, right there! That panther! It’s sleek, it’s black, it’s poised, ready to attack. Regine: Why don’t you get a heart, huh? Or a rose? You know, something a little more feminine? Max: You’re right, Regine. How about a big ol’ uterus right here on my shoulder? Is that feminine enough for you?
sehun/baekhyun x reader, 19.6k, soulmate au; you have the same scars as your soulmate
warning: mentions of death, self harm, sex and alcohol use
“It was…” you choke a sob through your sentence and Sehun can feel the burning on his knees where you’re digging into broken glass before him. He wants to stop you but he can’t even talk to you right now – unless he wants to lose his final moments with you. “You were…this whole time? Sehunie, please. You can’t leave me. No, Sehun. No, you can’t.”